“ARE YOU SURE you’re ready for this?” Ian’s voice was smug. Authoritative. Teasing yet seductive. It was a little before ten a.m., and we were about to embark on Ian’s half of the day. He’d even set a timer on his phone so that we’d know when his time was up and it was my turn.

We’d both been up for hours, but we’d figured the crack of dawn was not the world’s most appropriate time for sexy games. Instead, I’d used the time to pamper myself, deep-conditioning my hair, shaving my legs, taking extra time with my hair and makeup.

Now I was wearing a cherry red sweater. I’d chosen it because it was soft and touchable, but also because it scooped at the neckline to showcase my cleavage. I wanted to do everything in my power to discourage Ian from checking in with his office today. I’d paired it with a soft black pencil skirt that ended above my knee. My favorite calf-length high-heeled boots completed the look.

My handsome husband had taken some time getting ready, too. He’d gotten a haircut on Friday, and the shorter style looked good on him. He was wearing a chocolate-colored button-down shirt over a black t-shirt. His dark jeans cradled his ass in a distracting way. I couldn’t wait to start—and now that it was ten o’clock, I didn’t have to anymore.

“I still think you should’ve planned the first half. You’re the early riser,” he said. He’d lost the coin toss.

“Since when is ten considered early for either of us?”

“Touché. Close your eyes.”

“What?”

“If you find that simple order difficult to follow, this is going to be a long morning.”

Shutting my eyes, I said, “Am I going to be following other orders?”

“Yes, baby, you are.” I could hear him circling me. Knowing he was watching me made me feel naked even though I was fully clothed. “You’re going to follow my orders and do exactly what I say ... and you’re going to love every minute of it.”

A large hand swept my hair away from my neck, and he moved in, tickling my sensitive skin with his stubble. “Aren’t you, babe?”

“Probably,” I said. But I was pretty sure I would. Very sure. He was already getting me turned on.

“Always argumentative.”

“Occupational hazard,” I breathed, but I was distracted by his lips brushing past my ear, nibbling gently, teasing me.

“I know a way to stop you from arguing,” he said, trailing a long finger up my arm, slowly. Teasingly. Once it was past my elbow, it jumped to the front of my sweater, homing in on one erect nipple. I moaned as he swirled his finger around my pointed tip, as if to accentuate how hard it was. Then he pushed his finger up to my throat, finally settling it on my lips. “Open up.”

I parted my lips and he eased the tip of his finger inside, laying it lightly on my tongue. “No talking,” he whispered against my ear. “Just listen and show me what else that talented tongue of yours can do.”

Mmm ... he was right, this was much more fun than talking. I swirled my tongue in lazy circles around his fingertip. Drawing him in deeper, I applied gentle suction, alternating between flicking my tongue around the tip of his finger and circling the whole thing, sucking him in more each time. It made me really wish we’d been able to fulfill the terms of our bet after the laser tag game.

“Look at you,” Ian murmured, as I serviced his finger. “A lawyer. A respected professional. What would your colleagues say if they knew how much you wanted to be on your knees sucking my cock right now?”

I moaned in response, knowing he could feel the vibrations.

“And you’ve agreed to do what I say this morning, and you don’t even know what I’ll demand. And that turns you on.” His free hand slid around to my stomach and up inside my sweater. Underneath, I was wearing a cream-colored lace bra. Ian pulled one cup down. At the same moment he pinched my nipple and pressed his body against me from behind, making me gasp in surprise.

Suddenly, there were too many delicious sensations ... his muscled torso firm against my back, his skillful fingers tweaking and tugging on my nipple. But through it all, I kept my tongue moving, sucking, licking, teasing.

“That’s my girl,” Ian said. His fingers roamed over to my other nipple, giving it the same treatment. It felt amazing. I sucked harder, wanting to show him that I could make him feel good, too.

Slowly, he withdrew his finger from my mouth and slid his hand out of my shirt. He grasped my waist tightly, and made sure I felt every inch of his hard erection pressing against my ass.

“Now that I’m sure I’ve got your attention, it’s time for your first assignment.”

“My what?”

“Your assignment.” With one final squeeze, he let me go and strode to the dining room table. He returned with an envelope for me.

My hands trembled as I opened it—he really had gotten me worked up. Inside was a dark red lipstick and three hundred-dollar bills. What was this for? “If you want us to role-play a hooker and her client, I gotta say, I’m worth way more than this.”

Ian chuckled. “Not going to argue that. But it’s for your shopping trip.”

“Shopping? I’m spending my first free Saturday in forever shopping? As long as I’m doing errands, maybe I should get an oil change and pick up a gallon of milk.”

“Such a smartass. Trust me, this is not a normal errand. And I guarantee you’re going to like it.”

“Just me? You’re not going? Ian, the whole point of this is to reconnect.”

“The point of this is to reconnect and to tease and torment each other until we’re so turned on we can’t stand it anymore. You’ll have your chance this afternoon. This is mine, unless you want to forfeit. Okay by me—I’ve been dreaming about a Caribbean honeymoon all week.”

“I’m not forfeiting. Where am I supposed to go?”

“Arabella’s.”

Oh. That was an upscale lingerie store over on the west side of town. It was surrounded by small boutiques and salons. All in all, a pretty ritzy area.

“When you get there, pick out three different kinds of lingerie that you think I’d like to see on you. Go to the dressing room, try each one on, and send me a picture. From the neck down,” he said, when I started to protest. “Then I’ll tell you which one to buy. Think you can do that?”

“Yes,” I said, a little turned on in spite of myself. It sounded sexy, but I was still disappointed that we wouldn't be together for the beginning of our day.

“Good. Two more things: put that lipstick on and keep your phone handy.”

With that, he gave me a smart little smack on the ass and walked me to my car. His half of the day was off to an erotic start, and I was eager to see what he’d planned next.

* * *

Damn, this place was fancy. Who knew tiny scraps of material could be so expensive? It seemed like the less they covered, the more they cost.

I picked out three ensembles, shooing away the saleswoman who kept hovering. I wanted to think about Ian and his reaction, not her and her commission.

I tried the first one on, a pale maroon number. It consisted of a corset which only took me eight minutes to get on correctly. It pushed my breasts up practically to my chin, and they wobbled whenever I took a breath. I grinned, giving my chest an experimental little shake. Oh yeah, Ian would like that.

The corset ended mid hip, revealing an inch-wide strip of skin above the extremely low-riding panties. All in all, I thought it looked pretty damn good.

Getting the picture was not the easiest thing in the world. I’d never been too into selfies, and it was hard to angle it so it didn’t show my face. I thought, only half jokingly, about asking the saleswoman to take it. That would’ve probably shocked the perpetual smile right off her face. Actually, that would’ve been pretty funny.

When I finally got a picture that looked decent—or perhaps indecent was a better word—I sent if off to Ian. Just a few moments later, he replied: Very hot! Can’t wait to see the other two.

Getting the corset off was almost as hard as getting it on, but it was nice to breath freely again. The next lingerie I’d picked out was a sexy black bra and panty set. I’d seen plenty of bras and panties that had opaque material covering important parts and see-through mesh for the straps that went around the woman’s sides and hips. This set was the exact opposite. The sides of the panties and the bra were made of a stretchy black material, but the triangle in front of the panties and the bra cups were made of see-through black mesh.

Once it was on, I turned and twisted, looking in the mirror. The panties were very high cut, showing a good amount of ass cheek. In the front, the bra plunged to a small hook holding it closed in the front. My nipples and my pelvic area were extremely visible.

Determined to do my best to turn Ian on from afar, I tugged on my already hard nipples, making sure they’d look their best for the photo. At the last minute, inspiration struck. I fished out the dark red lipstick he’d put in the envelope. I ran the tips of my fingers across the lipstick, then tweaked my nipples again, this time rubbing a little of the red from the lipstick on them. There, that ought to make them really visible under the mesh. I took the picture and waited.

Twenty seconds later, he replied: Buy that one.

It sounded like he really liked it. That made me smile as I replied: I still have another one to try on.

His reply was instantaneous: THAT ONE.

Okay then. Good to know he liked it.

* * *

Exiting the store with the pale pink bag, I wasn’t sure what to do. Before I could head for my car, my phone buzzed with a new text from Ian: Go to the restroom and put it on.

I located the women’s room quickly, but I came to a halt once I’d stepped inside. It certainly didn’t look like any public restroom I’d ever seen. There was a lounge with couches that led to the main area with sparkling white tile, stalls made out of something that looked like marble, and even a chandelier of sorts in the middle of the room. This place was a far cry from the local mall.

The toilet stalls were big enough that I could undress with ease. I was grateful I’d worn a skirt—it would’ve been difficult to remove pants without taking off my boots.

My phone buzzed when I was clad only in my original bra and panties. It was Ian. Are you in the restroom? Are you alone in there?

I listened for a minute. I didn’t think anyone had come in since I’d stepped into the stall. Pressing my sweater against my chest, I peeked out. Still empty. I texted Ian back: It’s just me.

A moment later my phone rang. “Excellent choice of lingerie. I can’t wait to see it in person.”

For some reason I blushed. I supposed it was because I was a novice at sending revealing pictures of myself. But on the whole I was pleased he’d liked it.

“Tell me what you’re doing now,” he said, so I narrated as I changed into the new sexy bra and panty set. Ian was impatient. “Is it fastened yet? How does it feel?”

“It makes me feel pretty damn hot,” I said, feeling my face flush at the admission. But it really did. I felt like a sex goddess, and I couldn’t wait to have Ian see me in it ... and peel it off of me. “Hold on, I have to put the phone down to get my sweater over my head.”

“No, don’t put your clothes on yet.”

“Okay,” I said, half nervous and half excited.

“Take out the lipstick I gave you.”

Mmm ... this was getting interesting. I dug it out of my small black purse. “Got it.”

“Use it to write on your stomach above your panties.”

Seriously? “What am I writing?”

“Write Ian’s on your belly. And then draw an arrow pointing downward.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Do I sound like I’m not?”

“But ... but ... what if I get in an accident and get rushed to the hospital? Everyone will see.” It was all I could think of, and even I knew it wasn’t the strongest of arguments.

“If you end up in a hospital, then the people there—and you—have bigger problems than a little writing. Besides,” he said with a chuckle, “that underwear you’re wearing should tell them everything they need to know about what kind of woman you are. A fun, sexy, kinky woman. So go ahead and write it. Now.”

“Okay.” I took a deep breath and uncapped the lipstick.

“Write it so I can read it later, not so that you can read it in the mirror.”

“I know,” I said, eager to get this over with. But it was turning me on, too. I could feel the moisture build between my legs as I traced careful letters over my stomach. When I was done, I looked in the mirror. Ian’s name read backwards to me, but there was no mistaking where the arrow was pointing. I wished he were here right now to see it.

Without waiting to be asked, I snapped a picture and sent it to him.

“Holy shit that’s hot. You look so fucking hot, babe.” His voice was quiet but intense.

“Thanks,” I said, still feeling a range of emotions, arousal definitely in the mix. “You won’t ever show it to anyone, will you?”

“Of course not. You know I’d never do that, Lyss.”

“You're right. I do know that,” I said.

“Are you still alone?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Look out of the stall and see if there’s a trashcan nearby.”

I did as he said. There was one about ten feet away by the sinks.

“Without putting the rest of your clothes back on, I want you to walk over to the trashcan and throw away your old bra and panties.”

“What? I can’t walk around like this in a public restroom.”

“Yes, you can. It’ll probably take you less than ten seconds. What are the odds someone will come in during that time?”

My mind was still protesting, but to my surprise, my body was responding to the risk and naughtiness of Ian’s idea. I could feel moisture between my legs grow and my pulse quickening. Still, there was no way I could do that. Plus, I didn’t want to pitch a perfectly good bra and pair of panties, as I explained to Ian. “Do you know how hard it is to find underwear that’s both sexy and supportive?”

He laughed. “Okay, if you really don’t want to throw it out—and I still think it’s because you’re too chicken to leave the stall—here’s an alternative. Put you phone between your shoulder and your ear so that your hands are free.”

“Done,” I said. “Can you hear me okay?”

“Yes. Now reach into your bra cups and pinch your nipples. Both at the same time. Get a good grasp on them with your fingertips and don’t let go. Are you doing that?”

My moan must have convinced him that I was. I felt ridiculous, standing there in my underwear playing with my nipples. And in the restroom of an upscale shopping district! I felt foolish, but again, my body seemed to have a mind of its own. It was like a string was attached between my nipples and my clit, and it pulled tighter the more I tugged on my stiff peaks.

“God, your little moans sound so fucking sexy, babe. In fact ... ” There was a pause. “You still alone?”

“Yes,” I managed to say.

“Good. Keep pulling on your nipples. Pinch them tight for me. And while you’re doing that ... fake an orgasm.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I want to hear you pretend to come. Heavy breathing, moaning, losing control ... prove to me how good an actress you are. Prove to me how badly you want the real thing tonight.”

“But what if someone comes in —”

“Then you can stop right away. But you can do this. Right now. Or walk to the trashcan. One or the other. Choose.”

Damn ... his being all commanding was really getting to me. As were my own fingers on my nipples. Experimentally, I took a couple of deep breaths. Faking rapid breathing wasn’t very hard. Once I started, it kind of felt natural. I was already excited, and somehow knowing he was listening turned me on even more.

Next I added some moans, deep in my throat, whimpering as I panted even more. I kind of forgot myself and gave an extra sharp pinch to my nipples. That made my moans more genuine.

“That sounds really hot, babe,” Ian said in my ear.

“Mmm,” was my only response. I was really getting into it now. I closed my eyes and rolled my head back, breathing harder, moaning louder, as if I were really getting close to coming. And it almost felt like I was. Who knew that pretending to be close to an orgasm could feel this damn good?

But the audio show must go on. I sped up my breathing, taking short little panting breaths the way I did when Ian was going down on me or riding me hard. As I got closer and closer—I meant, as I pretended to get closer and closer—it really did feel incredible. When I cried out with a pretend release, I felt like all it would take was a few quick strokes of my clit to turn my act into reality.

Feeling a little weak, I slumped against the wall, releasing my nipples. I was still breathing hard.

“Shit, that sounded sexy. And it sounded real. Did you actually come?”

“No. But it felt pretty damn good.”

“I never knew you could fake that well.”

Panting, I marshaled my thoughts, trying to think how to explain it to him. “It didn’t really feel like faking. You got me all hot and bothered by telling me what to do. And when I was tugging on my nipples, I could feel it between my legs somehow. So it didn’t feel like faking to me ... it felt like exemplifying what I was feeling inside. Though now I really want to come with you later on.”

“And we will, tonight. Go ahead and get dressed. You did well,” he said, and then he hung up.

Still a little weak at the knees, I put my clothes on. Shakily, I made my way to the gorgeous marble sink and peered into the mirror. Damn, I even looked like I’d had an orgasm. My face was flushed and my hair was a little messy, perhaps from pulling the sweater over my head.

My phone chimed with an incoming text. Ian had sent an address, one I didn’t recognize. He’d surprised me—very pleasantly surprised me—this morning with the first part of his plan, so I wondered what he might have in store for Part Two. Making my way to my car, I didn’t come up with much. Ian had always been able to think outside the box. That’s one of the things that made him so good at his job. And it was one of the things that made him so exciting in the bedroom—at least when we used to have time for that sort of thing.

After entering the address in GPS, I made my way to Ian’s next destination. The address turned out to be in a commercial district I’d passed before, but never spent much time at. There were fast food restaurants and some stores mixed in with older buildings.

I made a right past a small hardware store, and then another right into a parking lot behind the building. According the GPS, this was the address. I looked around. Was I supposed to go in the hardware store?

And then I saw it. At the other end of the parking lot. With a wooden fence around it, shielding people inside from curious eyes.

It was an adult toy store.